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Poem LXXII

III. 26. tor hîrâ hirâilwâ kîcad men

The jewel is lost in the mud, and all are seeking for it;
Some look for it in the east, and some in the west; some in the
  water and some amongst stones.
But the servant Kabîr has appraised it at its true value, and has
  wrapped it with care in the end of the mantle of his heart.